Sandra O'Connell
  • Notes from a City

    I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing …

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  • Havana Journal part one

    I found a Cuban coin in my purse today. And I wore sandals still coated with Havana’s streets. …

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  • Kissing Italy

    I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade …

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  • Touch me

    I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.

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  • Deighton Cup amuses all the senses

    People are their truest selves when at the crest of a rollercoaster as the wind hits the back of the throat; that moment immediately after orgasm as the body tingles with paralysis;

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Bar Stool
Bar Stool

Bar Stool

By On September 26, 2017

My ongoing tales from a bar stool… September 20, 2017 Today was one of those days where the work kept coming and I couldn’t step outside, away from my desk, away from… Read More


Show Me Your Stuff, Sky

By On August 1, 2017

I’m sitting on a generic IKEA chair, nine storeys up, on my Toronto balcony, overlooking the CN Tower. An indistinctive condo. An urban box like all the rest. A typical city landscape… Read More


I hope that…

By On December 27, 2016

As another year descends into dusk, and I think of my own wishes, resolutions, goals, I hope that over the next twelve months you… >> Read words that move your soul, in… Read More

New York

Notes from a City

By On October 6, 2016

I’m sitting at a desk. In a large rented bedroom with a single bed, dresser drawers, and clothing rack. The ancient wood floors squeal when stepped on, much to the chagrin of… Read More


Shock vs Shush

By On August 18, 2016

There have been leaping jellybeans inside me. They made me move in ways I’ve never bent before. They made my heart ba-boom to the stars and back. They clenched my lungs into… Read More


Havana Journal part two

By On June 12, 2016

There are places you go, you travel, that just graze the skin. You’re there and you see and you enjoy but you’re never really inside the place and the place is never… Read More